Sambhar of '69
I had my first real six rupees,
stole it from my father's pants.
went to a Madrasi hotel,
to eat the sambhar of '69.
Me and some kadke dost,
had it all and we caught bukhaar,
Jimy puked, Joey got ulcers,
and Bagga ne maari dakar.
Oh when I went back there now,
the food was as stale as ever,
and though it was 1999,
still the sambhar was being served over there,
that was the worst food of my life.
There's no use in complaining,
when you got no other place to eat,
rushed in the evening to the doctors clinic,
but he too was at the toilet seat, yeah
standing there waiting outside,
nurse told me I will wait forever,
oh and when I held my breath,
I knew that I had to use that loo there
That was the worst food of my life.
Back to the sambhar of '69.
Man I was getting killed,
I was full and restless,
I needed to unwind,
I guess nothing can wait forever - FOREVER... NO!!!!
And now the dhabas are changing,
new dishes have come and gone,
sometimes when I pass that old madrasi lane,
I still smell it, I can't be wrong.
Standing in those unwashed clothes,
the waiters still call me in there,
oh the way my nostrils burn,
I know that it will be served forever,
what was the worst food of my life.
Yeah it was the sambhar of '69,
the sambhar, the sambhar, the sambhar of '69 !!!
Oh, and do listen to the song that I linked to below. It's a Bengaluru band's take on Bryan Adam's Summer of '69. Bengaluru being Bangalore, before the el politicianos there decided to play kabadi on a lazy Monday afternoon.
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Desi''fied Summer of '69
posted by Chris at 9:56 AM
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